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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ZZ Ward
ZZ Ward
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Minga
Tommy Minga
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Spraker
Ryan Spraker
Producer

Lyrics

Well, I was toolin' down the highway in my beat up '53
Smokin' like a steamship with the police after me
When I passed the business district, just then I saw
A Cadillac motor sign sayin', "Trade your run-down car"
Well, I pulled up in the alley, tore my clutch right out the floor
I was halfway in the dealer when the cops flew by the door
I want a Cadillac, mister dealer
Black, tail fin, '59
Oh, I want a Cadillac, mister dealer
One that blast off the line
And when I hit that open roadway
Man, I really wanna fly
Highway boy
Ah-yeah
Well, I bought that big black Cadillac and I took off down the road
Adjust my rearview mirror, then I spied that police Ford
They was comin' after me, boy, with their red lights all aglow
So I whacked that wheel around and I cut off down the road
That big machine wouldn't make the turn, and the cops they grabbed hold of me
Last I saw my Cadillac, it was wrapped around a tree
I want a Cadillac, mister dealer
I want a Cadillac, mister dealer
Yeah, a Cadillac mister dealer
I gotta have a Cadillac mister dealer, yeah
I want a Cadillac, mister dealer
I want a Cadillac, mister dealer
Come on now
That's right
Written by: Tommy Minga
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